Wednesday, 20 September 2006
Sabrina turns 18 today. That means it's time to run this particular annual picture, which was 18 years ago today:
Sarah was joshing me: "Congratulations, you did it!" Two kids raised to adulthood, haha.
I did catch Sabrina on the phone in Bloomington; she was out for Indian food, which sounded like a fine way to spend a birthday evening. I don't know to what extent Sabrina feels the positive effects of this milestone. She achieved a certain kind of practical adulthood long before turning 18 -- she's been pretty independent since getting a car, and of course now lives far, far away from any semblance of parental supervision, heh.
We don't hear much from our newest scholar, which is to say, moving away has not had much effect on her laconic style of correspondence. We've been able to glean certain facts, tho. College is hard, or perhaps more specifically, German is hard. Other clarinetists at IU are really good. Sabrina has not merged seamlessly into the dormitory social scene (among what the mom called "those corn-fed girls"). None of these are particular surprises, except possibly to Sabrina herself. I would venture to guess that her experience is typical, if a new and different thing to her.
Zack is about to start his second year at WWU. He will return to the dorm (Fairhaven), but this year has a room to himself. All the more room to put stuff in, haha.
His summer job at Jiffy Lube seems to have worked out pretty well. He earned more than enough to cover the car insurance payments to his mom. And since his sister is gone, he inherited the car, so to speak. So we have a 19-year-old boy + car + spare cash. Do the math, what do you get? Correct: a car pimped out with a new stereo and an amp and a subwoofer the size of a laundry basket.
Jiffy Lubing cars over the summer gave Zack a certain confidence about things mechanical, and he set about installing his new stereo equipment himself. And I must say, he did a fine job. It took, oh, about two evenings longer than expected and involved removing pretty much the entire interior of the car to run wires:
And of course there were all the usual setbacks of such projects -- stripped screws, crossed wires, and so on. Many trips to get connectors. Some tense moments when things did not appear to be working properly. All part of the fun, and he took it all in stride.
A mildly amusing aspect to this is that the car in question is a '95 Corolla, not exactly the stuff of teen dreams. However, Zack observed that all of his work on the car had given him a certain fondness for it even so. As he said, "How can you not help but love something that you've stripped down so naked?" I laughed out loud.